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which was a bit tricky, as she’d at first misjudged the temperature of the iron, and made him dinner.
    She tied her bonnet’s ribbons under her chin and lifted the heavy basket. Justice couldn’t return to the house, he’d explained before he left, so she’d take the stew to him. They’d have their evening meal together -- like a family should -- in the jailhouse.
    Upon exiting the house, she gazed up with awe at the brilliant sunset streaking across the darkening sky. Reds and oranges more vivid than she’d ever seen painted the canopy above the buildings. She smiled at passersby as she made her way through the streets, her skirts flapping around her legs. The colors of Big Rock appealed to her. They were a refreshing change from the grays and blacks of the sooty city.
    Two overly excited cowboys rode their horses in circles in the street, shooting their revolvers off into the air. Diana gave them a stern look. Justice wouldn’t be pleased with their rowdy behavior, as they could hurt someone. Both horses were huge, with big strong hooves and bared teeth.
    There were a lot of horses, more horses than residents, so she turned off the busy main street as soon as it was possible, sashaying down a quiet lane between the houses, hiking her skirts to avoid the dirt and questioning whether or not she should have changed. Part of her wanted to show Justice she could be practical, as she hadn’t brought many dresses, there being no room on the stagecoach. Another part of her, the young woman part, wanted to look good for him. She was his wife, a reflection of him, and tonight would be their wedding night.
    Diana picked her way around a suspicious puddle, the rest of the lane as dry as parchment. Tonight, they’d share that big bed the house had, snuggling under the covers, naked as the day they were born. She sang softly to herself, swinging the basket. She’d worried a bit about Justice not having the same dreams she had, but when he had kissed her in the church, although too briefly for her liking, her toes had curled, and her pussy had moistened. It had warmed her in a way that Frank’s cold embraces never had, and she knew she’d done the right thing, coming out west.
    “You the Chatsworth woman?” A bulky form stepped in front of her. Bushy, black eyebrows cast a shadow over mean, bloodshot eyes.
    Diana glanced nervously behind her. A cart blocked her exit. She was trapped, but she wouldn’t let him scare her. She straightened, remembering whom she was married to. “My name’s no longer Chatsworth.” She held the basket between them. “I’ve married the sheriff, Mr. Justice.”
    “That so?” The stranger loomed over her, giving Diana a clear view of his battered face. She’d once met a pugilist with the same flat nose.
    She glanced down at his hands. They were clenched into big fists, scabs on his hairy knuckles. “Yes.” She took a cautious step backward.
    He sniffed the air. “Ain’t no cum in your pussy, and if there ain’t no cum, your wedding ain’t legal.”
    Diana’s cheeks burned. He was crude but correct. Their marriage hadn’t been consummated. “Sir, please let me pass.”
    “You belong to us, not the sheriff.” The man moved forward, crowding her. “A Burton brother bought and paid for your pussy, and a Burton brother should stick his cock in it. Hell, me and my brothers all will have a go, fucking you good and proper.” He grinned, displaying tobacco-yellowed teeth. Feeling his putrid breath on her face, Diana inched away from him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t ya? With those big tits and wide ass, you’re made for fucking.” He stroked the bulge in the front of his breeches. “You wanna taste of Big Burton first?”
    “No.” A shiver of fear crept down her spine. “The sheriff --”
    “I ain’t scared of no sheriff.” The monstrous man sneered, reaching out and ripping off her bonnet. Diana gasped, jerking free, the ribbon ties burning her skin. Her ass hit the